Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.